So, I apologise for the sheer lack of updates. I have been drowning in thesis, and trying to get a job, and trying to find somewhere to live (because come December I am homeless and jobless, and need to have submitted said thesis).
However, I wanted to post a little something just to reassure you all that I am still working on this and it isn't one of those stories that just fades out… I actually have the next three chapters planned, if I can just find the damned time and energy to write them!
So consider this an interlude, and I promise more to come.
Thanks to all reviewers as always, you guys help so much to keep me going. Hugs and cookies to all of you :)
Rage…
The whole world was red with it. Red, and white, and black, like itself. White for the hollows it killed, weak, stupid. Red for the blood it spilled from that shinigami. Black, for the darkness it loved, for the black uniform that clung to its wiry frame.
Free to hunt, and free to kill.
Shinigami…
It was their fault. IT was their fault. They had imprisoned it…
That red shinigami… there was something… something wrong…
For a moment, it had hesitated.
But then it had remembered fighting. The urge to be stronger. To prove itself!
Had it fought the red one before?
No… nothing it fought survived.
Except that one. Its friends had come. So weak, and they had tried to save it.
Why hadn't it killed them? They were just as weak!
It should have killed them!
But…
Grey eyes. Auburn hair. A smile.
What was a smile?
It…
A prickling of reiatsu along its neck. A hollow… another weakling…
This was its killing ground. No other creature was allowed here!
…What was a smile?
Forget it…
The rage bubbles up around it.
Forget it.
I promise a proper chapter soon!
Thanks for sticking with me :)